When the sun rose slightly and provided a glimmer of light to the world, Masaji Mizuko finally saw the faces of the two people in front of him.
"You are... the one from that day..." Mizuki Masaji squinted his eyes, trying to see Annuo Zuomura clearly.
That day, he was still a distance from the battlefield.
But his eyes were very good, otherwise he would not have been infected by the battlefield.
This young man who came to ask for a knife but was left aside by himself, saved himself after he lost all his strength, took care of himself for several days, and saved himself and his wife from dying in the forging room. It seemed that he was one of the parties in the battle that day?
"Hmm? Mr. Mizuki?" Zuocun and Ryuma were a little confused.
Shui Xinzi rubbed her eyes and looked at Zuocun carefully.
I was a little excited, but I couldn't communicate more with Zuocun.
Ryuma and Zuocun supported Masaji Shui Xinzi.
Shui Xinzi had difficulty changing into Wu's clothes, stood with the wall, looking at Zuocun and Ryuma.
"Thank you...boys, for taking care of me these days..." Masako Mizuki bowed to the two young men.
In Japan, it is very unruly for Masaji Mizuko, an elder, to bow to Zuomura and Ryuma, who are younger generations.
However, apart from that, Masaji Mizuko felt that even this level could not express his gratitude.
Not only did they save the lives of the couple, they did not let the knife go away after they fell into a coma, but instead threw the knife aside and took good care of the person first.
For swordsmen, the attractiveness of the sword is undoubtedly strong and terrifying.
These two young men watched the birth of this knife throughout the whole process and would definitely understand the value of this knife.
But the two still put the knife aside and chose to treat themselves.
And more importantly, if it weren't for him, the shorter one would not be able to fulfill his lifelong wish and forge this knife.
Both of them could bear this bow.
Masaji Mizuko took the two of them slowly to the living room.
The three of them sat down, and Masaji Mizuko asked, "Can you tell them your names?"
"Muo, Zuomura Anno."
"Tosa, Sakamoto Ryuma."
"Thank you for being such a witness, and thank you for saving your lives in Xia and the house." Shui Xinzi Masahik bowed to thank.
"Please don't thank you anymore. Mr. Mizuko, as a junior and as a samurai, will be our stain if we don't save you, and we will live in guilt all our lives." Zuocun said calmly.
Masaji Mizuko shook her head.
"When is today?" he asked.
"May 17th." Longma replied.
"That long has passed..." Mizuki Masaji sighed, "Mr. Zuomura, is that?"
"Yes." Zuocun nodded.
Masahiko Mizumi smiled slightly and said, "On May 8, I left Nagoya and went to Kudu to get a piece of jade steel I reserved."
"But after getting Yugang, it was already dark."
"Because we have no servants, I am not at ease to let my wife be at home, so I want to hire a carriage to come back quickly."
"But it was getting late, and there was no carriage willing to take me out of the city. After the dark sky, bandits outside the city were rampant."
"There is no choice but to hike at night and walk from Kudo Castle to Nagoya Castle."
"I spent a night between the two cities."
"I didn't see the walls of Nagoya Castle until dawn."
"I am extremely glad that I didn't meet a carriage that I was willing to carry me that day, because if I rushed back to Nagoya that day, I would have missed the scene that shocked me."
He was a little excited and stood up from his seat.
Ryuma and Zuocun were a little silent, feeling a little outrageous.
They know better than anyone what happened on the morning of May 9th.
Sure enough, Masaji Mizuko continued: "After dawn, I came to the woods outside Nagoya Castle."
"At that time, I saw Mr. Zuomura."
Zuocun blinked.
"That battle made me really understand."
"What is a knife? Why did I fail to forge high-quality famous knives several times?"
"It can be said that if it weren't for the battle between Mr. Zuomura and another one, I wouldn't have forged it..." He held the nameless knife in his hand and slashed at his table.
There was no loud noise, and the knife passed by the table like cutting tofu.
Then the table cracked in half and fell to the ground with a snap.
"A knife like this!"
Zuocun and Ryuma looked at the table that was lying on the ground with surprise in their eyes.
The quality of this knife is absolutely excellent, but neither of them expected it to be so sharp.
Shui Xinzi sat back in her seat and sighed.
"I guess I will never be able to take up the forging hammer again. This knife is my last work in my life."
He sat, pondering.
"Mr. Zuocun is here to find me, because I want to ask for a knife." Masako Mizuki looked at Zuocun and asked.
Zuocun did not move any other things, just sat upright and nodded: "I thought so, but since your body can no longer swing the hammer, I will naturally not force it."
Masaji Mizuko smiled.
"Please follow me." His strength had recovered a little, and he stood up, picked up the knife, and led the way in front.
Zuocun was a little confused.
Ryuma smiled and pressed his elbow on Zuocun: "Go quickly."
Zuocun thought for a moment, nodded, and stood up and followed Masaji Mizuko.
The two returned to the forging room, and Shui Xinzi picked up a small hammer and a tiny iron cone.
After tapping the handle of the knife for a while, Shui Xinzi looked up and asked.
"This knife was born from my inspiration for Mr. Zuocun's battle. Why would you name it, Mr. Zuocun?" He seemed to have become the strong knife-making maker again, and asked Zuocun without looking back.
"Is this OK?"
"There's nothing bad!" Mizuki Masaji smiled, "You tell me."
Zuomura also saw Masaji Mizuko's plan.
He looked at his white Wufu and remembered another person.
That person has white flesh-colored hair.
"Just called..."
The day I met her was the real beginning of my life.
The swordsmanship, which was as agile as a crane, and the elegant and cold style.
"Crane Hun, white crane Hun."
"Roar, does it mean the feathers of the crane? It is indeed very suitable for Mr. Zuomura's swordsmanship." Masaji Mizuko grinned and hit it with a small hammer again.
A little while later, Shui Xinzi handed the knife that had been engraved with words to Zuocun.
Taking advantage of the sunshine, Zuocun read out the small words on the hilt of the knife.
"On May 17, the second year of Anzheng, the sword was completed, and the third generation of Shui Xinzi gave it to Zuocun."
And there are two words on the blade.
"Crane Hun."
Chapter completed!